A confession and a triumph

So I have a confession to make. Are you ready for this? Do you promise not to judge me? Okay, even if you do, maybe I should be judged, but brace yourself:

I DO NOT TRUST MY SON!

Nope, not even a little. And you want to know how I knew I'd lost all trust in him? Well, it's a long story, really, but let me bullet point the why's:

-He lies. A lot. And not just about big things, you know, the BIG things that might make a difference in a "normal" (I hate that phrase, but once again, that's another post) person's life, or matter to a child. He lies about little things too. And I don't understand. Things like brushing his teeth (okay, so that's probably normal), where he was playing, etc.
-He doesn't seem capable of following the rules or learning from his mistakes. Even though we go over them (and over them and over them). Now, I know that this is a common issue with ADD/ADHD children because these children often lasck impulse control. But then he doesn't fess up, and we'll be back to #1. He's lying.
-He steals. Yep. There, I've said it. He hasn't stolen from any stores (that I know), but every time (yes, every time) we clean his room up we find something that doesn't belong to him. He steals things that don't matter (sound like #1?), like eyeshadow, lip gloss, glasses, hats, keys. Oh sure, we'd love to mortify him by taking them back to the owner and apologizing (I remember when my dad made me do that. I never wanted to steal again. The fear was had!), but he conveniently "doesn't remember" where the item came from. The kid has selective memory and it drives me batty.
-He takes the easy way out whenever he can. When he's supposed to write a report, he copies and pastes items of information. He puts off work to the last minute (and then still doesn't do it). His teacher said that if he's really struggling in math, that we could allow him to do only the odd problems...well, now he's telling me that he only HAS to do the odd problems (not true).

So I've known he's lost trust. He has lost a lot of trust. And yet, I often still find myself wanting to trust him. Wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, because I WANT to see the good in him. I WANT to see him succeed. I WANT to see him triumph; to learn what we've been trying so hard and so diligently to teach him. But I knew I had a problem when he came out last night with an essay he'd written, and I read it. And it was good. It was REALLY good, too good. This was not the way my son writes, and I know that.

You see, he's in fifth grade, and this year the students are required to write a persuasive essay at the end of the year. They have to type it, and it is timed. They've been learning keyboarding for weeks and weeks because of this. They've been learning the format of a persuasive essay. But coherent reasonable thoughts, time pressure, and typing are just not my son's forte. In fact, up to this point his essays have not been remotely persuasive. Small example: He wrote an essay on yellow cars. Should they all be yellow? Well, he didn't take a stand, first of all. But, worse, he ended the paper with something similar to this line: "So if you buy a yellow car, you should go eat pooh." Yeah, real mature, right?

Back to his essay last night. He chose the topic "Beach vs. Mountains" and his stance was clear. Not only that, but he opened with a line setting up the scene: "The seagulls called, and the waves crashed against the rocks. My brother, D, was digging a hole, while my sister, S, squished sand between her toes. My mom was writing 'I love you' to my dad in the sand, while my dad was playing with baby G. My mom and dad had surprised us with a trip to the beach over Thanksgiving. Beach vacations are the best." And THEN, he went on, and it got even better.

There was NO WAY my son had written this by himself.

So I immediately took his paper into my room and googled several of the lines he'd used, certain I'd find something he saw online. Something he'd copied and pasted. And what did I find?

Nothing.

He'd written the paper.

We talked about it, and he said that one of his friends at school had written a paper and used similar setups, so he borrowed some of the ideas. BUT, he'd written the paper.

And I call that a success. Because he learned. He now understood how to draw someone in.

(And sadly, I'm still secretly awaiting the phone call that he copied it word for word, but until I get it, I'm celebrating, because after all, I still want to trust my boy.)